Programmed for Love, Part 6 (Man to Pleasure Bot TG) (Patreon)

By FoxFaceStories

A cryosleep accident sees space traveller Robert placed in a female pleasure bot's body as an emergency due to the loss of his original body. He tries to cope and stay a member of the crew, even as his programming compels him to fulfil an entirely new role . . .

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Part 6: New Clients

“Rebecca! Robert! What in the stargazer’s name are you doing?”

Rebecca couldn’t immediately respond; she was too busy satisfying her latest customer. Her skills were being tested by this one: he was a Glazian, a jelly-like species whose amorphous form could take on many shapes, and whose form of copulation involved literally transposing one’s own gelatinous body into and through their partner. There was lots of writhing and squirming and squelching involved, but as always, Rebecca’s fembot programming came through. Despite the niche deep-space nature of the species, she still had fifteen separate pleasure programs lined up for them, and she herself had suggested the one they were enjoying now.

“S-sorry, can’t talk right now, Sarasha,” she managed to murmur in her electronic soprano voice to the socialite, “I’m engaging in blissful protocol with my current customer.”

“You’re having a mudbath! Or a jelly bath?”

Rebecca would have blushed if she could, because at that point a tentacle emerged from the mix to beckon Sarasha over.

“Are you sure? Very well. Sarasha, G’t’sdfsdn’rdsfn’sfd here says you are welcome to join us, if you wish. The closest approximation of his vibrational language I can translate is; the more the merrier.”

Sarasha’s beautiful face contorted itself into something approaching confusion, albeit mixed with a little revulsion. 

“Um, I think even for me this might be a bit much, Rebecca. I’ll pass.”

“Very well. I’ll talk soon once I’ve seen to my designation: customer.”

“Your customer?”

Rebecca was again grateful for the silver sheen of her sensealloy skin, though this time it did glow a soft gold to indicate embarrassment. She scooped her figure through the ooze in the bath, vibrating her body, undulating in a way that would bring the living slime its greatest extent of pleasure. It writhed in turn, stimulating success to her programming, which then led to her own electronic pleasure waves.

“Mhmmmm, y-yes. I’ll e-explain soon! It’s g-good to have you b-back! If you don’t mind, I just need to finish my work here.”

“Of course, I guess. Wow. Okay. Yeah. I’ll see you soon.”

Sarasha exited, and Rebecca Wesley continued to work her ministrations upon the Glazian. It was most appreciative, achieving its own continual ecstasy that allowed her own Blissbomb to activate.

“Yesssss! Yesssss! Programming c-complete!!!”

Wow, I just had sex with a slime pit and loved it. Maybe I’ll see Sarasha a little bit later if I can convince G’t’sdfsdn’rdsfn’sfd to have another round.

***

The gold tinge to the fembot’s cheeks had returned as she ‘drank’ a nice wine over dinner with her friend-slash-lover. Sarasha wore a gorgeous purple dress and had a new implant installed over her right eye during her time in Eridisa. Apparently it was a media piece, allowing her to devour shows and casts and the like without needing to move, only think. Rebecca observed privately and rather smugly that her own fembot body could do that easily; she liked to watch trashy shows in the aftermath of sex, it was oddly calming. Also, she had been viewing dress programs such as Galaxy’s Finest and The Right Cladding for Your Padding in order to base her own dress sense. Indeed, she’d added a whopping twenty-five hundred dress and clothing and even fetish-uniforms to her internal catalogue in the last few days alone.

“I still just can’t believe it,” Sarasha said, taking a sip of her wine and chuckling. “You changed that much in just a few days? What happened!?”

Rebecca told her lover the story of the Bertallian Aramak, and how he’d interacted with her after she’d seen Sarasha off. She discussed how things had progressed from there, and even went into some detail on the use of his fine tail too . . .

“Okay, okay! Enough with the tail-sex talk!” Sarasha said, giggling. She took another bite of her Zezlak squid. “Boy, you were stiff as a board when we first met. Unable to truly relax. Charming, sure, and I won’t deny your wealth and success intrigued me, but you were totally unable to turn it off! And now you’re telling me you went off and had sex with a Bertallian male?”

“Good sex too,” Rebecca noted.

Caution: subject privacy should be preserved unless otherwise noted.

Rebecca rolled her eyes and modified her programming there as much as she could. She designated Aramak as ‘subject: fling’ not ‘subject: customer’ which seemed to satisfy it. She was not a ‘working’ girl, after all. She was just having sex recreationally.

“Even with a bath full of living slime?”

“This is weird to admit, but even with the living slime. Especially with the living slime.”

“No way.”

Rebecca smirked, unable to help herself. “It’s true. I’ve had more sex in the last few days than I’d have in years, truly, and with a far greater variation and experimentation than I could ever have hoped for. For the first time in my life I’m not obsessing over work and numbers and court cases, and it’s all thanks to the fembot programming merging with my consciousness. It’s almost like I had to experience an external pressure or instinct in my mind to just enjoy things, and this is it. Hell, I haven’t even bothered Roke about our ongoing case or the blockade issue by Nylar Three, and he’s the one who sent me packing on this trip so I’d finally calm down, and yet I still kept bothering him before.”

Sarasha sat back in her chair, swirling her drink lightly in her hand. Her dress exposed a delectable amount of cleavage, and numerous sensors within Rebecca’s robotic form told her that she was starting to get a little tipsy, as well as sexually curious.

Subject; potential customer has increased arousal levels. I’m sure we could have some fun afterwards. I could show her how much I’ve learned. Maybe even convince her to let Aramak join us . . .

“You sound almost like you’re glad that the change occurred,” Sarasha said. “The accident that led to the change, I mean. The whole ‘death of the body but not the mind’ thing.”

Rebecca looked down, gold tinges upon her cheeks again. She automatically adjusted the length of her microfilament hair so that it extended over her cheeks and gave them so coverage.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” she said. “It was a damn frightening experience. But maybe it was a wake up call.”

“You’re certainly enjoying the body, at least. Even though it’s a female one.”

“Well, you’re the one who encouraged me to be daring, as I recall. You said you were here on the Saturn 5 to experiment and enjoy yourself, and you kept trying to get me out of my stuffy work ethic. Now here I am, experimenting and enjoying myself. I’d be a hypocrite if I didn’t admit you were right on some level.”

Not to mention I have so many, many ways to fuck you, my sweet. I’ve even programmed a few of them personally myself.

She leaned forward, letting her breasts dangle dangerously from her dress, teasing them before the fembot. Rebecca’s own internal workings self-lubricated, and as an amusing touch she added the ingested wine to the mix. That could be its own fun, with the right partner, and a good party trick to get a client/customer/fling excited.

“So then, Miss Rebecca Wesley, while you’re still in this body and waiting for your old one, and enjoying all that experimentation, what comes next?”

Rebecca leaned forward, their faces almost touching over the starliner restaurant table, the brilliant stars flashing and twinkling outside the thick serreno-glass fittings.

“You, if you’ll allow me to service you,” Rebecca said.

Sarasha grinned. “Perhaps I should have said yet to that slime bath.”

Oh, trust me, we have plenty of options my dear. Thousands of them.

***

What followed over the next week and a half of Saturn 5’s cruise was a veritable conga line of sex, pleasure, bliss, leisure, fun, fancy, and utterly libertine experimentation. The first part of it was spent playing ‘catch up’ with Sarasha of course. In fact, Rebecca’s own emotion-reading modules were most accurate when dealing with her ongoing friend-with-benefits, and as such she was able to tell that the exciting and liberated socialite felt a little saddened about being ‘left out’ of the fembot’s sexual revolution.

Rebecca did her best to catch her up to date, as it were. The pair didn’t just fuck in their respective elaborate cabins, but engaged in relations in the sauna, by the private pool, in the anti-grav fields, and in the haze rooms. They even did something truly daring and shared a billow-pod - an inflatable ball that is literally sent off from the side of the starliner and held by a tether, allowing for tourists to observe the magnificence of space with as little coverage as possible. They took off their own coverage and had their fun, and to Rebecca’s own surprise, she wasn’t afraid. She had assumed there would be a tension, perhaps even potential trauma. After all, her last memory as a human male, a being of flesh and blood, was literally being sucked out into space after being hit by a stray meteor. 

But there was no worry at all. Her confidence in her beautiful and curvaceous silver form was complete. It was perfectly protected against the rigours of outer space and even had its own internal propulsion and emergency beacon system. It also had internal oxygen pads that could be used to help a client; the very ones that had helped save her when she’d been Robert, at least long enough to transfer her consciousness. And added onto all of this was the fact that her sensory feeds and analytical programs continually informed her just how safe she was. There was no relying on human hope or some ephemeral ‘instinct’; she had hard fact to back up her belief that she was safe.

Which means we can have as much fun out here in zero-grav as want, and be as loud as we want. And I can try that one trick I’ve been wanting to pull out.

Suffice to say, Sarasha enjoyed it very much. Her voice was ecstasy as she wailed upon reaching climax, and in doing so she sent Rebecca’s satisfied systems over the edge.

“According my systems,” Rebecca said, holding her senseallow body against Sarasha’s warmth in the aftermath, “that was the hardest you’ve orgasmed on our trip, by far.”

“Not even remotely true,” Sarasha said.

Rebecca was about to run an internal diagnostic when Sarasha suddenly kissed her.

“That was the hardest I’ve ever orgasmed in my life.”

Oh. Oh, I am getting damn good at this.

***

The adventures only got wilder from there. Rebecca’s own programming required more release than Sarasha’s energy could provide, but that didn’t lead to any particular tension. The gorgeous socialite did not have any notions of this becoming a whirlwind romance; the two were far more complementary as friends who enjoyed the act of sex together. In fact, when the cruiseliner stopped at Galatea for two days, Rebecca was able to leave this time (with her ‘Sapient Being’ pass around her neck) and enjoy a whole shopping trip. It wasn’t like Rebecca needed clothes, as her body could generate a light fiberweave covering that could be re-absorbed back in.

“Nonsense, darling!” Sarasha declared, pulling her into a mall. “You’re a woman now, and even a robot woman deserves to know how to do fashion!”

And true enough, it was an incredibly liberating experience. The two women posed in lingerie, tried on summer and winter dresses, as well as exotic spacewear. They purchased packs galore and had them sent back to their cabins, and the sex afterwards involved a lot of dressing up just for the fun of tearing those same clothes right off.

But it also caught the eyes of some Galatean locals, including a pair of mind-linked Hadassi twins. Hadassi were big brute-looking aliens from a high-gravity planet. They were squat but incredibly muscled, and had big cyclopean eyes. They operated as twin pairs, and could be quite voracious and . . . compatible. Suffice to say, Rebecca and Sarasha had a lot of fun inviting them back to the ship under guest passes and turning up the gravity settings (only a little for fleshy Sarasha, but Rebecca went the whole way thanks to her metal density protection). 

“Ohhhhh, that was d-delightful,” Sarasha managed in the aftermath. “And surprisingly gentle. Mhmmh. You wouldn’t think it to look at them, would you?”

Rebecca smiled at the Hadassi twins, who by instinct always went into a meditative state after sexual congress. They were cross-legged on the floor, and their rather large members were on display. The two women giggled.

“A little bit more exciting than running a shipping company, right?”

Oh, you have no idea, Rebecca thought, but decided to defend her workplace a little.

“Spoken like someone who never saw how vicious and competitive things can get in the boardroom.”

“Well, I must admit it’s not my field of battle.”

“But this is a lot more fun.”

“Mhm. Should we wake them up? This girl is getting hungry again.”

Rebecca used her scans. Meditative state approximately 18 minutes remaining. “Give them twenty minutes. They’ll be at peak stamina then.”

Sarasha curled against Rebecca. “I love the weirdly robotic way you talk dirty. Come here.”

More partners followed, of course, sometimes paired with Sarasha and Rebecca, but just as often with Rebecca by herself. She had gained a reputation on the ship by this point, and the story had leaked out that someone on the Saturn 5 had required emergency medical care after the meteor had hit its side. That, combined with the knowledge that a sapient fembot had suddenly come into being without there being an ‘AI uprising’ fear piece accompanying it, made enough people draw the connection. Thankfully, Rebecca’s actual identity as the mega-rich interstellar shipping magnate Robert Wesley was preserved as a secret, but now she was hounded by more than a few curious individuals, and a whole lot more wanting to experience her ‘services.’

Too bad for them, she was selective, though certainly not exclusionary.

She dallianced with Aramak several more times, and enjoyed several Glazian baths, even with other organics present. She used her vibrating function with a crystalline Uzzd couple who wanted to try a bit of swinging. The drillset function was also quite useful for those ones, much to their appreciation. She had a horde of human lovers as well, young and old, male and female, even visiting an orgy with a small group that turned into a multi-species gathering (evidently, level 32 was quite the animal party). Her favourite sexual experience though was an utterly magical congress with a Hartoozian. He was best described as a moth-like species, with gorgeous fur around his chest and shoulders, beautiful brown wings, and an incredible musculature. They floated and flew in the low-gravity air of his chamber together, and she returned to him again and again. It was just too bad that Sarasha was allergic, or she could have joined in on the fun.

‘Client/customer/fling base expanded. BlissBomb effects increased as part of performance reward program.’

“Oh?” Rebecca said to herself, lounging in a purple bikini by a pool in the company of Sarasha and a human named Burtark. “That’s good to hear.”

Just another reason to enjoy this body to its fullest, while I have it.

She was about to suggest another round with Sarasha in the steam room, when suddenly a call came in. It was part of her receive piece in her robotic head, so she simply summoned the hologram projection of the caller in her vision and answered, a small floating camera providing the view back to the other side. 

It was Roke. the Havar was in his suit, which fit oddly over his carapace.

“Robert! Good to see you, even if you look . . . well, you know how it is!”

“Believe it or not Roke, I’m actually enjoying myself.”

Her business partner grinned, his sharp teeth showing. “You’ll enjoy yourself even more in a moment when I tell you the good news.”

She sat up, gaining Sarasha’s attention. Her large silver breasts (she’d programmed them a little larger lately. She rather liked having a big bust, it turned out) bounced a little as she adjusted herself.

“We won the court case?”

“What? No!”

“We lost?”

“No, it’s just not decided yet. Things are looking favourable in that area anyway, though, so don’t worry. It’s good to see you’ve stopped checking in and relaxing, even with all the accident and that hilarious body of yours.”

She looked down at her silver body. Hilarious? I look damn fine, thank you.

“What’s the good news then?”

Roke gave a dramatic pause. He was a good friend and the best business partner anyone could ask for, but he could be a damn nuisance with the drama sometimes. 

“C’mon, let it out!”

“Okay, okay, fine. I pulled some strings, threw some extra cash around - you owe me for that, by the way - and had some contacts pulled. And I’ve got some good news for you, buddy. You’re getting your old body back! Tomorrow, in fact!”

Rebecca paused. What? I’m getting my body back? she thought. How - how do I even feel about that?

For once, her program had no answers. In fact, her internal diagnostics briefly flagged a warning as her efficiency dropped. She adjusted it, managed to gather herself.

“That’s . . . that’s wonderful, Roke,” she said. “Y-you’re the best. I’ve got to go, but send me the details.”

“You betcha! Can’t wait to see my buddy all proper again, and back in the boardroom once the cruise is over. You’ll be feeling refreshed, hopefully!”

The call ended, and Rebecca was silent for a moment.

Back to being a human. Back to being a man . . .

She looked to Sarasha, whose brow was furrowed. “What is it, Rebecca?” she asked, concern on her face.

The fembot didn’t know how to answer.

To Be Concluded . . .